You keep pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Feeling so numb that pain is my only friend.
You told me once that you would always be there,
but when I needed saving you just left.
When things started getting okay,
you made them go away.
You’re pulling me in every direction.
I will surely end up dead,
from being torn apart.
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